Quickly rolling out of his way, the crazy woman slashes at his leg. However, her effort was in vain seeing as how the Hellfire Sword passed through the mist. It never expected this situation, this man, although different, seemed to be on the same level as the man in the green cloak. If that were true, even Mioska would have exceptional difficulty defeating this person.

Do whatever you need to kill this guy off! Vaskalen whispered in anger to his pawn.

Gripping the sword tightly, sharp teeth sprung out of the blade as the woman charged at her opponent who vanished in a portal. Closing immediately behind him, she was only left to guess from which angle he would attack next. Would it be from behind, below, above, or from the sides. Neither really anticipated a frontal assault, yet they kept it open as a possibility. There was no telling what this enemy would do, or what they were capable of.